Get Rich or Get Gored
In America money doesn’t just talk, it bellows like a bull.
In America money doesn’t just talk, it bellows like a bull.
Writing is turning a thorn in your side to a feather in your cap.
Don John and Elon think the Constitution gives the wrong people rights.
In New York City the pursuit of happiness becomes a blood sport.
I close my eyes while the musicians make love to their sweet instruments.
Sit down and shut up for long enough and you might hear yourself thinking.
Musk says he is not a Boer. Okey-doke. He’s just Boering and Boerish.
A flock of turkeys strutting on the snow, peck up seeds. Gobble, gobble.
Whatever exists is already becoming unnecessary.
Deep winter sets in. Under its thick white blanket everything’s asleep.